Bigger Than the Sky (Serenity Point) (13 page)

Oh, my holy fuck!

My heart’s about to jump out of my chest when I realize I’ve been caught by a strange man. Probably a serial killer. Shit! I try to do the “Hoo hoo” signal for Cass to run, but with the hand over my mouth, it comes out garbled. I’m now kicking and screaming into the hand when the man holding me leans down and whispers in my ear, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” That’s when I bite down hard on his hand and land a kick into his shin then down onto his foot, which can’t feel good with my stilettos and I secretly thank my lucky stars that I wore them. He lets out a growl but actually lets me go and wasting no time, I run like a freakin’ banshee to the back door and out, down the porch steps.

“Hoo hoo! Cassie! Run!” I yell as I go, and just before I make it to the street, I’ll be damned if I’m not grabbed a second time and hauled back against the guy’s big body once more. I squirm, trying to kick him once more screaming, “Let me go!” but he’s got a better hold on me this time and avoids all attempts at my injuring him. Damn it.

This time I recognize the voice when he says into my ear, “Keep moving like that and you’re gonna make me hard.”

Kade.

Fuck.

Chapter 11

Kade sets me down and I spin to face him. “What do you think you’re doing?” I hiss.

He stands looking at me, hands on his hips and eyebrows raised. “That’s my line.”

I frown at that, not really wanting to explain anything and cross my arms over my chest. That’s when Brody appears, looking at me with eyebrows raised in question like his older brother’s.

“What?” I ask, suddenly pissed off that my private investigator aspirations have gone to shit.

“What were you two doing?” Kade asks.

Oh, yeah, there were two of us and I look around but Cassie’s nowhere to be seen. “Where’s Cass?” I ask. Brody gives a head nod to his right with a scowl and I look over to see her pinned up against a shed in whoever’s yard we’re in with her mouth glued to Jeremy’s. “Oh.” I look back at Kade and Brody, then my mouth hangs open for a second. “Wait, you brought Jeremy too?”

“Knew this was gonna be good,” Brody says with a chuckle making me glare at him.

“C’mon,” Kade says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders leading me back toward town.

I now hang my head in dejection at getting caught. I guess it could’ve been worse had it been Peyton who caught us, but this is pretty embarrassing. “How’d you know?” I mutter.

“Followed you,” Brody says with a shrug. “Almost midnight and you and Cass head out all sneaky and shit and you expect me not to wonder what the fuck you’re doing? Both wearing black? Thought you were both gonna bust out with some Johnny Cash song.” He lets out a snort. “Also knew Kade would be finishing up, so after I saw where you went, went back and got him.”

He’s looking awfully proud of himself which just serves to make me more annoyed. “Doesn’t take a genius to do what you did, you know,” I mumble then add, “and if we were gonna do any song wearing black, it would’ve been ‘Vogue,’ you jerk.” He chuckles again.

“So what exactly
were
you doing at Peyton’s?” Kade asks.

I let out a breath. “We wanted to find evidence that she threw the brick and we did. She’s got a notepad in her desk that has a sheet torn off at the top that matches the note.”

He says nothing to this. We’re now back on Main Street and walking down the sidewalk toward the bar going past Patty’s Petals flower shop and The Mane Event, a hair salon.

“Gotta get my guitar,” Kade says, taking my hand and leading me across the street to Jen’s. At the door, he tells Brody while looking at me, “Keep an eye on her. Don’t let her concoct any more covert ops until I get back.” He wraps a finger around a lock of my hair giving it a playful tug and I narrow my eyes at the smirk he gives me before he goes inside.

Now I turn to Brody. “Thanks, Brode. My buzz is totally gone now. Waste of Jim Beam if I ever saw one.”

He grins. “My pleasure. It was worth it watching you freak out.”

I scowl and twist my mouth then murmur, “Guess you like giving people heart attacks, you damned sadist.”

He lets out a laugh as Kade comes out the door holding a guitar case. “Welp, gonna go give Charlie the update that his Angels failed in their mission,” Brody says with a snort opening the door to the bar.

“Jerk,” I call him again. It’s so worth repeating.

Just as he starts to enter, I see him freeze when Piper and a guy come walking out holding hands. Yikes. Her eyes get great big when she sees Brody but then I see her put on a brave front as she tries acting indifferently about the situation.

When she sees me, she smiles and says, “Hey, Mill!” letting the guy’s hand go coming to me and giving me a hug.

“Hi, Piper,” I say back, squeezing her tightly knowing this is hard for her.

“The furniture working out okay?” she asks when she pulls back.

“Fabulously,” I reply with a smile.

“Rocked it, Kade,” she states turning to him, mock punching him in the arm.

“Thanks, Pipe,” he responds with a grin.

We stand there in awkward silence for a moment before she says, “Oh! Uh, this is my date, Alex Troxell.”

I smile politely at him and Kade nods but poor Brody’s still standing there speechless, holding the door open and I want to hug him too. Damn.

“Well, it was great seeing you again,” she says with a strained smile then gives a little wave and she and her date take off walking toward her store holding hands once again.

I look at Brody who’s still imitating a statue. “Brody? You okay?” I ask quietly as I put a hand on his bicep.

This shakes him out of his reverie and when he looks down at me a look of hurt covers his beautiful features for a few seconds before he goes back to being his usual jovial self. “Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m good. Yeah, it’s all good. Well, I think Jim Beam’s calling
me
now,” he says with a grin before going inside. He’s not fooling me, though. He’s upset and probably going to drink himself into oblivion.

“Poor Brody,” I say after he goes inside.

Kade purses his lips then takes my hand and we walk toward Hale’s. “I’ll have to come back and get him. Can’t be driving in the condition he’s getting ready to be in.” He sighs then asks, “So you broke into Peyton’s and found the notepad. What now?”

“Not sure. I don’t think Dwight can do a whole lot about it anyway. Even if he found the notepad, she could always say someone broke in and wrote it, I guess.” He looks at me and nods in agreement. “I guess I did what I did for my own sake, you know? I was pretty sure it was her; now I’ve got proof.” I shrug.

He pulls me by the hand across the street with him where he puts his guitar in his truck then walks me across the street to the garage. After unlocking the door, I turn and look up at him. “You were amazing with your band tonight, Kade,” I say quietly. “Even though the innuendo was a little
in my face
.” I raise an eyebrow at him.

He smirks then brushes the backs of his fingers over my cheek down to my jaw and holds my chin as he leans down and touches his lips to mine. We stand looking at each other for a moment before he says, “Good night, Mill.” He turns and starts walking to his truck.

What the hell? I mean, I know what he’s doing, but after what we did at Jen’s, come on! He’s letting me call the shots here, waiting for me to make a move first. “Kade?” I call.

He stops in the road and looks over his shoulder at me.

“Um, if it’s not too much to ask, do you think you could… well, walk me in and kinda check around the place for me?” Nice first move, Amelia.

At that, he comes back, his slate eyes staying on me the entire time and they’re brimming with what can only be interpreted as lustful amusement, if there is such a thing. He takes my hand and leads me into the station, his eyes not missing a thing as he looks around before locking the door behind him. We go to the back and up the stairs only to see that it’s vacant, and it’s so quiet that a sadness hits me at how alone I’ve been the past several years and I want to ask him to stay. But I don’t want to use him in that way (although using Kade Kelly in that way always does a body good) since I don’t know where my head’s at with us right now. I know I should just walk him down, watch him leave then go back upstairs to bed.

“You good?” he asks, looking down at me, that look of amusement still on his face as he cuts his eyes at me when I take off my jacket and hang it up.

I nod while biting my lip. “Thank you.”

He turns to go, but then my brain’s suddenly slammed with a barrage of thoughts that jump around inside my head, like how nice he was to walk me up, how he’s been so sweet to me, how damned handsome he is and how friggin’ hot it was when his knee was between my legs tonight. Some very carnal thoughts of how we used to be also make an appearance, thoughts of how he’d made love to me, how it’d felt to be beneath his powerful body as he thrust deep inside me, and my mind is made up. I reach a hand out putting it on his corded forearm to stop him. When he turns back he raises an eyebrow as if challenging me to follow through, so I tiptoe up and lace my arms around his neck, pulling him down to brush my lips against his. It’s meant to be a fairly innocent gesture (kinda) until his hands clasp onto my waist and in one swift movement I’m pushed against the wall where he presses his hard body into mine (yes!).

The kiss now gets wilder, hotter, and my hands are instantly everywhere on him, like they want to touch all they can, purchase every bit of Kade Kelly real estate that’s available, as they move down from his neck, over his shoulders, to his biceps, then across his chest and lower to trace his hard, sculpted abs.

I’m really getting into this kiss and my perusal of his amazing body when he suddenly pulls away, looking down and narrowing his eyes at me. I know he wants me to tell him how I feel, but I can’t. All I can do is stare up at him while breathing hard because, damn, the man can kiss, and because, damn, I so need him to keep doing it. When my eyes move to his lips, I see them tip up at the sides, which makes me lick mine in anticipation. I hear him growl out a “Fuck,” and the next thing I know, he grabs me by my upper arms, picks me up and throws me on the bed where I bounce a couple times before he grips me by my ankles and pulls me to him.

“Been wanting to get my mouth on that pussy,” he murmurs as he kneels in front of me and takes off my boots.

Oh. My.

I sit up and lean back on my hands, watching as his gray eyes move up, locking on mine while he slowly slides his hands up the insides of my thighs. One hand finds my center and he presses his thumb against me, moving it in circles making me drag in a breath. His other hand continues going up over my shirt to my breast where he brushes his thumb over my taut nipple then rolls it between his thumb and finger making my breath hitch once again.

I close my eyes and my head falls back as I let out a moan that’s so loud and so filled with want that I should be embarrassed but I’m not, because what he’s doing to me feels so damned good that I’d moan out the Preamble to the Constitution if it means he’ll keep doing what he’s doing to me. His hand now glides up to my neck where he lightly wraps his fingers around my throat making me bring my head back up to look at him. I see the muscles of his jaws bunch then his hand at my neck gently pushes me back to where I lean on my elbows. Our eyes stay locked as his hand moves back down between my breasts then lower to unbutton my jeans and pull down the zipper. I lose his eyes as he uses both hands to grab my jeans by the waistband slowly gliding them down my legs, looking as if he’s opening a gift that he knows what’s inside but he wants to savor unwrapping it as much as he can.

Upon seeing my lacy, black panties, his eyes spark with lust before he grabs them at the sides of my hips, jerking them down my legs and off then his hands are underneath me, pulling my hips up and his mouth is suddenly on me, making me cry out loudly. I fall back on the bed, one of my hands in a fist going to my forehead as I arch up off the bed. My other hand moves down and my fingers clasp into his hair as he thrusts his tongue out, flattening it as he laps at me.

Dear God.

I’ve forgotten how amazing it is to have his mouth on me, how he knows exactly how to use his tongue, how he knows precisely what to do to make me come hard for him. And that’s where I’m heading when he puts two fingers inside me, pushing into that spot that he knows drives me wild. He keeps this up until I’m ready to shatter when he stops and pulls back to look at me.

“Kade! Oh, God, please, please don’t stop,” is my shameless, throaty plea.

The smirk I get from him would be exasperating if my mind wasn’t on other things, like the fact that I’m ready to explode. After a few seconds, he drops his head again, and not taking any chances of him stopping, I wrap the fingers of both my hands into his hair holding him to me as he continues to tease me a bit longer with his tongue, his fingers, bringing me to the edge. I’m sure I’m probably about to pull all his hair out as my fingers grasp it even more tightly as I grind my hips against him, but I can’t help myself.

“So fucking sweet,” I hear him say before he sucks my clit with that talented mouth of his and I can’t take it any longer as I completely split into a million pieces right there on my bed, climaxing so strongly, I feel as if I’m no longer in my body, as if I’ve just checked out.

When I finally come back to myself, I see he’s standing, gazing down at me, his face varying degrees of male satisfaction and hunger. The huge bulge behind his fly tells me he wants more. I smile blissfully up at him and extend a hand in invitation for him to join me, but he cants his head to the side and a smug look crosses his features.

“Call me when you’re ready for all of me,” he says and leaves.

~~~

I lie there and blink a couple times. Did that really just happen? Did he just walk out?

Yep. I’m pretty sure he just did. The man does have some remarkable restraint for real. Or he has someone lined up to help un-restrain him later. And that thought kills my post-orgasmic buzz.

I know he’s going back to Jen’s to get Brody who’s probably tying one on big time due to his earlier encounter with Piper. Poor Brody. And while he’s there, Kade’ll probably run into Peyton. And end up taking her home. And I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to help assist him with his little, or what I know is a not so little, problem. Greeeeeat.